Post #127925

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Originally posted by: Darth Chaltab

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
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There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
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An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
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That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
"Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
"Who read it to me."

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